"Well, since I am the boss behind the store, I can't ignore the things in the store... Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn, and it's time to set some welfare standards for the store employees... What about the fried fish nuggets?
, give each employee working in the store two kilograms, plus one month's wages, as a festival fee for the Mid-Autumn Festival... If there is a festival in the future, we will follow this example... During the Spring Festival, another month will be paid.
wages... If you encounter any of the employees below and have any difficulties at home, you should give them some care on behalf of me as the boss... It’s just that I’m the boss, it’s better not to let everyone know...
…”
Ren Yingying smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't that a good reputation? I got it all by myself..."
He smiled slightly. He didn't want this reputation. Fame was tiring. Ren Yingying didn't know it, but he knew it very well... In his previous life, he didn't know how much he was dragged down by this reputation.【】
He doesn't want these.
But he also knew that not everyone was as averse to fame as he was. Taking Ren Yingying as an example, she who came out of a brothel would probably be proud of her good reputation. So he said to Ren Yingying,
"Now that you have gained a reputation, you have to bear all the burdens... So, if you have any problems in the future, don't come to me..."
She didn't think she could afford all these things, nor could she deserve his trust, so she was about to object when she looked up and saw him smiling at her.
There was trust, encouragement, and appreciation. This kind of look was something she had never felt before. She was so excited that she couldn't help but bowed and said softly, "Yes!"
Then he realized that he had agreed too quickly, and continued, "Young Master can't stand by and watch something that Yingying can't solve..."
"I can't think of anything that can't be solved... If there is, you might as well come to me..." He was happy when nothing bothered him. As for what would really happen, we would wait until that point.
It's not too late either.
He noticed the sky outside, smiled at Ren Yingying and said: "It's getting late, I should go back, otherwise the old man should really get angry... By the way, don't call me Young Master anymore, we are all our own people.
,Call me Ningyuan..."
"Yes, Ning Yuan can just call the little girl Ying'er..."
"Okay then... Ying'er... haha..."
Ren Yingying blushed, and as she stood up and walked out, her heart suddenly moved and she said, "Ning Yuan... uh... please wait..."
It felt a little too affectionate... He turned around and kissed Ying'er playfully.
Ying'er's face turned red, but she raised her head and said, "Master Ningyuan, write a poem for Ying'er..."
Write a poem? Why did you suddenly make this request?
Test him? Or sincerely let yourself write the first lyrics for her? Or both?
He smiled at Ying'er and stood quietly for a moment, with many thoughts going through his mind. After a long time, he smiled softly and said, "Okay..."
Ren Yingying watched him for a long time without expressing her position, secretly regretting it. During this period of contact, she had already guessed that he must be the author of "Magpie Bridge Immortal".
His knowledge, his insights, and his demeanor were all right before his eyes, and they were so real.
Coupled with his thought-provoking conversations and unusual sentences, she had to admit that he was extraordinary.
If someone now said that "Magpie Bridge Immortal" was not written by Su San, she would probably refute it. Now that she had confirmed that Su San was talented and very talented, she made a thought and asked him to write a poem for her.
Ideas for poetry.
She couldn't explain why she suddenly had such an idea. Did she still have some doubts about him and wanted to see his talent in person? Or did she want to borrow his poetry and love? How did he treat her? She didn't know.
...However, asking him to write poems for her still made her face turn red. After all, this was not a joke in a brothel. She could make various ambiguous requests to her benefactor. At this moment, she asked him to write poems only for herself.
It's somewhat embarrassing.
But all these considerations were not the reason why she regretted making the request. What she really regretted was that she was worried that he had misinterpreted her meaning and misunderstood that she was speculating on him.
After returning from Tianxiang that day, she also heard some rumors about him one after another. These rumors were basically made of unpleasant words. Thinking about it, these could not be hidden from his ears.
Now that she suddenly made this request, she was afraid that he would think that she was testing him or doubting him... If he really thought so, then she would really regret it... Fortunately, it was a false alarm, and he did not
She was angry, and even agreed to it. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then relaxed her mood. He quickly took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone... Seeing Ying'er's panicked preparation, he also smiled in his heart. He was coming to her.
The blushing look on her face confirmed her true intentions... She was not testing whether she had talent, but just wanted to know how he treated her... Poetry can make one's will clear, and she wanted to use poetry to understand his treatment of her.
, this is understandable.
As a conscientious brothel girl, as a woman who is preparing to start some career with him, it should be natural for her to suddenly want to know her thoughts... For him, his treatment of her also matters.
It depends on whether she can really become his own effective helper and whether she can establish a good attitude.
Considering this, he felt that he still had to agree to her request.
A woman born in the mortal world would of course care about the idea of someone helping her. He could only give her confidence, so even though he had to think hard about his limited inventory of poems, he could only comply with this request.
Lifting up his pen, with Ying'er's look of anticipation on his face, he thought carefully before slowly starting to write.
'After all, the scenery of East Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are green, but the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are particularly red.'
He wrote it in one go on the paper, and the font has the charm of cursive writing. Recently, he has practiced cursive writing a lot, so he is very comfortable in using it. Well, this word should be passable... She said the poem without saying a word, but
He frowned slightly. In this whole poem, the lotus was written over and over again, without mentioning her at all. Is this a poem written for himself?
Seeing her look, he couldn't help but smile. He ignored her and said softly, as if he was addicted to writing, "There is one more poem..."
When she heard another song, her eyes lit up and she followed the tip of his pen...